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letra de jeepers kreepers - lazy3x

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[part i]

[chorus]
ayy (yeah), i’m on the street, ayy (chang)
backstreet, got a glock with a beam, ayy (2dirtyy, yeah, fah)
you talk sh-t, you get hit in your t–th, ayy (yeah, yeah, fah)
i got grip, now that b-tch gon’ give me t–th, ayy (ayy, yeah, chang)
but i be mobbin’ in this b-tch, uh (b-tch), came in with a stick (stick)
but i been f-ckin’ on yo’ b-tch, uh (baow), that n-gga a simp
big clips don’t miss (blah), came in with a four-fifth (fah, fah)
i’ma pull up in that whip and empty the whole clip, uh (skrr, skrr, fah-fah-fah-fah)

[verse 1]
b-tch i’m in the [?] whip (whip)
i’m in the pot, then i whip, uh (i whip)
i got extended a clip, uh (a-fah)
n-gga, get put on a clip, uh (a-fah)
i just been f-ckin’ yo’ b-tch (ha)
i said that n-gga a b-tch, uh (a b-tch)
i won’t take his bank, we ain’t got sh-t (huh?)
but you don’t bank, you ain’t ’bout sh-t
i cut up his body, put him in the freezer
that n-gga run up, we leave him in pieces
your shawty a thot, your shawty a skeezer
still the og, shoppin’ on bieber (a-ha)
i hop out the car like jeepers kreepers (ha)
all of my n-ggas tote glocks, uh (tote glocks)
all of my n-ggas got mops, uh (fah)
my n-ggas, we moppin’ his block (yuh)
no, i can’t f-ck with these b-tches, uh (these b-tches)
no, i can’t f-ck with these n-ggas (these n-ggas)
yuh, my chopper, it came with extensions (a-fah)
off the yopper if that n-gga b-tchin’ (a-glatt)
dodgin’ copper ’cause my n-ggas whippin’ (a-skrr!)
boy, that’s copper, your diamonds don’t glisten (ha-ha)
told the coppas ’cause that n-gga snitchin’, uh (ha-ha)
at the malls, i’m lettin’ her hit it (a-fah)
uh, and that prada, i’m rockin’ that rich (chang)
yah, i’m rockin’ that rink and i sauce on my buff
shawty f-ck with the kids, and she givin’ me cudi (ha-ha)
and i’m uppin’ the gl!ck ’cause that n-gga bluffin’ (a-fah)
and i’m f-ckin’ that b-tch, and i’m f-ckin’ her buddy (ha-ha)
wait, i pour up the drop and i pour up the muddy (ha-ha)
b-tch i’m in the drop gettin’ top ’cause she love me (a-skrr!)
and if that n-gga talk, then i pull up, i’m bustin’, yuh (fah, fah)
[chorus]
ayy (yeah), i’m on the street, ayy (chang)
backstreet, got a glock with a beam, ayy (yeah, fah)
you talk sh-t, you get hit in your t–th, ayy (yeah, yeah, fah)
i got grip, now that b-tch gon’ give me t–th, ayy (ayy, yeah, chang)
but i be mobbin’ in this b-tch, uh (b-tch), came in with a stick (stick)
but i been f-ckin’ on yo’ b-tch, uh (baow), that n-gga a simp
big clips don’t miss (blah), came in with a four-fifth (fah, fah)
i’ma pull up in that whip and empty the whole clip, uh (skrr, skrr, fah-fah-fah-fah)

[part ii]

[verse 2]
yuh, uh, what you need? (fah, fah)
uh, ’cause i got the green (yuh)
don’t f-ck with these b-tches, these b-tches be green (yuh)
b-tch i’m in the club and i’m sippin’ on lean (2dirtyy)
and he don’t wanna talk, got a glock with a beam (yuh)
and if my n-gga pop, then he clearin’ the scene (yuh)
better watch how you walk, or i’m causin’ a scene (fah)
and he catchin’ a shot, he got blood on his jeans (gang)
and that n-gga a p-ssy, he runnin’ his jeans (ha)
boy, i’m big lazy, you know what i be (yeah)
b-tch i’m on a block and i’m servin’ the fiend (chang)
she know i got guap, lil shawty, she fiend (yeah)
and you get on her nerves, but she givin’ me t–th
and that foreign i swerve, and i’m switchin’ my screens
and i’m ballin’ like derek, b-tch i’m shootin’ the 3’s
and i’m uppin’ the glock, he get popped like a percocet (gat)
but i’m with a thot, and i’m callin’ her turkey neck (slatt)
and she give me brain in the range, i ain’t learnin’ yet (yeah)
she swallowed my babies, like b-tch, i got birth defects (ha-ha)
i’m movin’ these pills, b-tch i feel like a pharmacy (ha)
and he strapped with the seal, but that n-gga ain’t harmin’ me (ha)
and i’m f-ckin’ that b-tch that i met off eharmony
and she suck on my d-ck, i told that b-tch “stop callin’ me” (ha-ha)
and i’m smokin’ on gas, and you smokin’ on barnaby (ha-ha)
and i stay with the b-tches, i can’t get ’em off of me (ha-ha)
but i got the b-tches that’s workin’ at applebee’s (ha)
and i walk in this bih’, and these b-tches chase after me (a-yeah)
b-tch i’m in a gang, runnin’ sh-t like an athlete (chang)
and he don’t want no smoke, ’cause i keep the strap on me (glocky)
and i feel like a dyk-, ’cause i keep the strap on me (glocky)
and i’m fly as a plane, so i keep a bag with me (yeah)
when i walk in the club, b-tch you know i got racks with me (yeah)
and you know i got bucks, so that b-tch, she harassin’ me (ha-ha)
and i gotta tuck, so n-gga, stop askin’ me
and he better duck, ’cause he like to quack a lot (fah, fah)
and he like to cap, so i called him sir capalot (uh-huh)
and i stay with the map, b-tch they call me sir blast-a-lot (yeah)
and i ball like the rock ’cause you know that i’m blastin’ off
he wanted some percs, i gave him some adderall

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